~LIAM.

The elevator hummed as I ascended to my suite, rolling my neck to ease the tension that clung to me like a bad suit. Tonight had been a complete waste. My interrogation had gone nowhere, leaving me with no valuable intel, just another piece of trash to dispose of.

Exhaling sharply, I adjusted my jacket. Two days. That's how long it had been since I dropped the video bombshell on Scarlett. Two days of silence. Two days of picturing her green eyes, filled with betrayal, haunting me more ...